The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Celeste had been to the mall in Regina a couple times, mainly on a couple of play dates when she was in her early teens. But it didn't compare to this mall. This mall was huge. It was a little intimidating, really. Not to mention the crowd. Holy bananas, was there one. Celeste almost wished she'd just shopped for it online instead. It wasn't just a phone getting event now, though, it was a hang out with the new bestie Marisol!
>>”I can get behind that plan. I probably need… things. Just, you know, things I haven’t quite thought of yet.”
She laughed, "Worst case, we can go to the food court and get either cinnabuns or ice cream and honestly I'll feel like it was a trip worth it." Of course, shopping would be super fun too - she needed some new dresses & a new pair of sneakers. Whether they could afford 80% of the stuff in the mall was a whole other story, though.
>>”So I always thought it would be rude to point out, but… your phone is kinda old, isn’t it? I mean, it sucks when anything breaks, but I dunno, maybe it’s a good excuse to upgrade?”
Celeste gave a relatively sad smile and nodded. It wasn't an updated phone but it was the only thing she could afford when she left Regina. It was her last connection to Regina - her last connection to her parents. Maybe it was time to give up on them. If they hadn't called then, they surely weren't going to call now. Celeste contemplated telling her tale to Marisol before she decided to be honest, "Well, I actually moved here from Regina earlier this year... This was the only thing I could afford when I left. It's stupid, but I left this phones number for them to call if they even cared... And they haven't, but it's just... I don't know, it's just sad to let go of." She sighed, "I just figured it'd be on my terms when I got rid of this phone, got a new number, and completely left behind Regina. But here I am with a dead phone and now I gotta decide if I keep the number or drop it." She paused and realized she just dumped a lot on poor Marisol, "Sorry, it's just a bit painful."
But with that, she spotted the T-Mobile store. She began to walk over towards it after taking a deep breath.
Celeste smiled towards him as they sat together for the bus ride. Maybe she'd have another surprise friend.
">> "Costume shopping. October is nearly here. I was going to get something good together. I saw the helmet and I thought 'Gee, that's cool-looking.' I mean--"
Halloween was coming up in a bit. Celeste had completely forgotten about it - she was so busy dealing with this, doing that, she had completely forgot about the holiday coming up. She had stopped dressing up after her 11th Halloween, mainly because her parents refused to purchase anything extra like that for her. Which was fine, at least now. Celeste was mostly over it. She nodded and took a look at the helmet, nodding slowly. If he hadn't mentioned Halloween beforehand, she totally would be a bit freaked out by it. But it worked, at least for Halloween.
>> "Maybe some sort of skeletal biker theme? I gotta find someone who sells three-fingered biker gloves, if I do that... What do you think?"
Celeste nodded, "That would actually be pretty cool. The helmet matches pretty well. Well.. Maybe you could hire someone to make special gloves for you? I mean, three-fingered biker gloves would be awesome."
And with that, it was their spot to get off the bus. Coincidentally, they both were getting off at the same spot. Kinda funny. She stepped off and chuckled, maybe they had a similar destination in mind. In either case, that came to a close due to some anti-mutant humans who began to scream something about 'freak aliens' and 'freak alien lover'.' Celeste rolled her eyes and sighed, "People are so dumb..." They were dumb, but they were coming to them in a sprint. That wasn't a good sign, nope.
Mr. Holloway was a good teacher - he had made her feel tons better. She was sure the other teachers were just as great, like Juliette. But she was emotional and had confided in Mr. Holloway. That made him a special teacher in her book, especially how he responded.
>>”Well, I was in a relationship that made me decide to give up the whole ‘art thief’ thing. I ended up falling into teaching. I didn’t realize this was the place for me until I was already here. hat’s life. It doesn’t always follow a neat little path. Though in your case, I’d recommend skipping the whole ‘life of crime’ step. It’s exciting and flashy, but not exactly sustainable.”
She nodded. Relationships, always the source of some drama but she hadn't thought he was seriously an art thief. She had heard the rumors, of course, but he actually was. It was kinda impressive, actually. Celeste had a whole can of worms of questions that she thought of about his past life. She laughed at the end of his comment but nodded, "Yeah, I don't think I'm really made for a life of crime." Celeste was a goody two shoes, there was no way she'd get involved in criminal activities. At least, she hoped she wouldn't. But that wasn't his point - things fall into place as they go and Celeste needed to accept that. "College will probably be better," she said, fairly confident.
Celeste smiled at Marisol's compliment, "well, thanks." Celeste had a ton of floral pattern dresses and shirts. It was one of her things - she just liked plants and flowery stuff. Maybe it was guilt from all those dead flowers from her past?
It was really nice to have Marisol with her on the train ride and in the mall. It took Celeste a while to gain the courage to actually get on buses and trains when she first arrived in NYC, but she'd came a long way from then. She was a regular on the buses and trains, now. At least until she could get a car... But why even bother when she was stuck in the middle of the city, anyways? Train and bus was a lot faster than the rest. Still, she hated it.
>> ”So were you thinking you’d just get a phone today or did you want to check out some other stores? I’m up for whatever,”
She smiled, "we can definitely go to some other stores - I just want to get phone issue stuff taken care of first. Then, we can explore!" Celeste analyzed the map before heading off. She grinned motioned for Marisol to follow her.
Celeste was having a pretty good day - she had gotten off work early, was able to get home and change, and even managed to have the rest of the evening to herself. It wasn't a day she was going to study. She was just going to relax, even if that meant doing some stuff. She ultimately decided on taking a walk through her neighborhood - it was a fairly nice day, not too warm but not too cold. It was in that pretty comfortable switch from summer to autumn. She had decided to wear a light blue button up shirt with a black sweater and blue jeans. A nearly perfect in between outfit.
She was enjoying the view - the many, many skyscrapers that dotted the skyline. The people passing by on the street. Celeste was having one of those moments - how every person is just trying to get by in their own lives, working, taking care of their families, and moving on. She always had the tendency to look at someones face create a fake world that they lived in, from some awful or great upbringing, to their current mission or destination. It was a fun thing to do and it kept Celeste's mind busy during these more relaxing moments.
After she crossed a street, she saw a little crowd gathered in front of a man. In New York City, that could mean a whole bunch of different things - could be some guy just died, he's bleeding out, a fight just happened, God knows what. Her curiosity got the best of her and she headed over to the commotion. Was that... Magic tricks? Or maybe illusion tricks? Was there even a difference? She saw a man doing... Something, but she was really trying to see past this tall guy that kept getting right in front of her. Ugh.
Celeste followed the kid, trying to think of a way to help find out who he was. Maybe she could call the police? They might have a missing persons list or something. He probably had parents looking through the mall right now, anyways. Hopefully. Or someone.
>> "Maybe a hotdog? Please?"
She jumped a little when he talked. She had went into her own little world for a moment. She looked at the food stall and nodded, "Sure, do you just want a hot dog? Anything else?" They seemed to have some other options. He could definitely get a hot dog but if he wanted a pretzel or anything additional. "Is lemonade okay or would you want a soda?" Too bad the hats weren't for sale, she'd totally buy one for him. It was probably one of the reasons he chose this place, anyways.
Once he decided on his order, she smiled towards the cashier before telling him her order - a pretzel and a 20 ounce bottle of Coca-Cola. With a total, she handed the man her debit card and once that was complete, tucked it back inside her purse. It would take just a couple minutes for them to prepare the order so she motioned for 'Brooks' to follow her over to the other window, where they would hand them their food.
"So... Do you know how old you are?"
Maybe she could ask if he wanted to go to a toy store? Parents probably brought kids to toy stores. Maybe they'd be looking for him there?
It took Celeste a moment before she finally realized who it was. Gawain! Well, Maya? That was his female version name. With that realization, she relaxed a little bit. Maya was a good person that hopefully wouldn't send her a bill for all the cooking supplies she just used... Yikes.
>>"Pastries and art? Is this a school project of some sort?"
She groaned at hearing the word 'art.' She shook her head and leaned against the kitchen counter, "No, I'm just trying to practice doing portraits for my art class... I suck at so badly at art... Like, really badly. So, while I've been studying, I've just been... Baking." She smirked, looking at the mess she realized she had caused. She had cooked way too many goodies. But hey, at least the mansion kids can get their sugar fix.
Marisol had caught on to her job really well. Barb even told Celeste she was going to have her be the trainer for all the new waitresses because it went so well with Marisol. Not to mention, they humbled a poor lonely guy who wanted a girl. That was a story that nearly terrified Barb until their happy ending of apologies. And in a quick coincidence, Bianca was dating a new guy named Greg, who was moderately attractive and had wavy brown hair. Bianca had told Celeste that he said that she gave him her number. Ever since then, Bianca was happy to help her and Marisol out.
>> ”The mall? Sure. I’d love to go with you. And… I’m sorry about your phone. We can change once we’re done and catch the train over!”
At first, Celeste didn't think Marisol was going to want to go. But she seemed to turn around pretty quickly. That was nice and Celeste didn't want to make her question her decision to go, so she decided not to add in the 'oh you don't have too if you don't want too' line. Hopefully, she was happy to go. Celeste was sure that Marisol wanted to be her friend - at least based off how they were. It was really nice for Celeste to finally connect with someone, too. A friend. Maybe even a best friend at this rate and presuming Marisol didn't already have a best friend. They still had a lot that they needed to get to know each other.
She gave a smile towards Marisol and nodded, grabbing her purse, dead phone, and stuffing both back inside. She sighed. The purse looked undamaged but her little wallet had stains in it now. Time for an upgrade there, too.
Next thing was the subway station. Once they got there, scanned their passes, and hopped on the train, they were off.
And finally, they arrived at the huge mall. Huge. Celeste had never even been here before, so she was a bit taken back by how large it was. "Well... Here we are. Time to find a T-Mobile or something."
Celeste had already finished the batter for her next mission - and she just finished making the crumbs. She just needed to make the apple cider glaze. That meant she needed apple cider, which she couldn't find anywhere. They had to have some somewhere in here. She had found ingredients or at least decent substitutes for the rest of the cakes and cookies.
Maybe she would have to go pick some up from a local grocery store or something.
>> "Whoa. Is it someone's birthday, or is it first come, first served?"
She jumped upon hearing Maya's voice. She wasn't expecting anyone to really come in at this point - no one had been in the kitchen for at least an hour or so. She looked over to Maya and chuckled, "It's... Uh... First come, first served." She waved her arms around the food. "Just leave some of the cake though, I hear there's a kid here who really loves them."
Celeste wasn't entirely sure who the woman was - but she seemed eerily familiar and looked kinda like someone she had met before. Celeste looked at her, trying to figure out how she knew her. She knew she knew her. But who was she?
Her and Marisol Cervantes 's shift was almost over. They didn't have much longer but it had been a pretty busy day. Celeste was a little tired and ready to change into some more comfortable clothes - she brought a simple t-shirt & a nice pair of faded blue jeans. They were just calling her name, in the back, in her book bag. Celeste looked over at Marisol during, finally, a little slow period, "So, uh, I gotta go to the mall today. Do you want to come with? My phone fell in that puddle in the back of the store... It's pretty much dead." She looked towards the back of the store before looking back to Marisol. Hopefully, she had time and wanted to hangout for a bit. She hated going to large, crowded places by herself. Plus, her and Marisol seemed like they could become good friends - but they needed to do something outside of the usual work period for their friendship to grow outside of just 'coworkers.'
It hadn't been Celeste's best day - when she got into work that morning, she had dropped her purse. It had been unzipped due to her rushing onto and off the bus. In a cruel twist of fate, there was a bunch of water there from a small leak from their sinks where they wash the dishes. Her phone, her wallet, and a variety of other things got soaked. Her phone was dead. Luckily, the wallet absorbed most of the water & managed to keep all of her cards & cash safe and her purse itself was just wet. Barb even let her put it in the office, locked so it could sit out and dry.
So, she no longer had a phone. And that meant she had no connection to anyone, in or outside of work. She used her phone mainly to check in with work, her volunteering hours with the library, wait for the never coming phone call from her parents, the text chats between Marisol and her, and very recently texting Jude . Hopefully, he wouldn't be too freaked out that she hadn't texted him literally all day.
Celeste had decided she was going to the mall after work to get a new phone - she had just enough money saved and with how they did their plans now-a-days, she probably could do a little down payment and slowly pay for it. She could even get one a smart phone! Man, that would be awesome. Apps, video chatting, GPS & Google Maps... That part was exciting... But she lost her phone. What if her parents decided today was the day they wanted to call? Well, sh*t, hopefully they'd leave a voicemail.
Celeste was grumbling as she walked around the kitchen, looking for additional pans. She had already made a chocolate cake, angel food cake, and a couple batches of sugar cookies that were shaped like hearts. She had scavenged most of the kitchen and found all the ingredients she needed for cinnamon apple crumb cake. The only problem was she couldn't find another pan. This school surely had more pans.
The first few batches were cookies. She then heard through another student who passed by that there was a student here who absolutely loved cake. So, Celeste decided cakes would be better to make. Plus, during the baking time, she could try to do this stupid drawing crap.
Why did she have to be so bad at? She was literally trying to copy one off a textbook and it turned out awful. Every time. She had already tried a good 10 or so times. She checked her watch and sighed. She had been in this kitchen for about 3-4 hours now - she wasn't even sure how long. It was mid-dinner time, so she was surprised no one else was here. Maybe they saw the girl in the kitchen baking for the past 4 hours and decided it was safer to eat out? It was a Saturday so maybe they were actually eating out.
She sighed, nearly giving up on her cake before she finally found the another cake pan and she nearly squeaked in joy. Yes, another distraction and another 30 minutes she could avoid staring at those stupid pencils and stupid paper.
Could she use a cake for a portrait instead? She could make prettyish art stuff on cakes and cookies. On paper? Not so much.
Hmm... Maybe she could ask Stephanie Graves if she could just bake him cakes and cookies with designs.
For some strange reasons, it seemed like all the people she connected with cancelled her powers out. Booker, now Marisol. It was kinda funny, in a way. Thankfully, Celeste wasn't effected in any negative way by adapteds - in fact, they tended to help her. But that did remind her she should still take her medicine - the minute Marisol was out of range, the radiation would come back and it would only be a few minutes before she gets extra nausea.
>>”Wow, my heroine,”
She nodded, "I can be kinda sneaky with it - when I'm charging, you can see it on my arms but you can't hear anything. I could have went up behind him and POW!" But she couldn't have either way. That was probably good for her job security, anyways.
>>”I’ve got this one. I can do it.”
Celeste nodded, "I'll be right behind you." Celeste followed her, but stopped to clean a table a couple down from where Marisol was. That way Marisol could have full control of the situation but she could jump in if something took a wrong turn.
Celeste listened intently to the... Apology? What? Did he really just apologize? Alright, now Celeste felt a tinge bit guilty with threatening him with statutory rape charges. She eyed him carefully at first before it dawned on her that Bianca, another waitress, would love him. Shameless pervy flirting right off the bat, wavy brown hair, it was probably a match made in heaven. Knowing that Bianca would never mind her number getting to an attractive guy, she wrote it down on a piece of paper and gave it to the guy, "I think you and another waitress here, Bianca, would get along great. Tell her I gave you her number." She smiled and gave him a pat on his back before heading back to her spot with Marisol.
>>”So… That happened,”
Celeste gave Marisol a smile and nodded, "Yeah, some people are just lonely. He seems like he might be." After all, there was usually a reason for someones behavior.
Celeste was enjoying the night. Except for that creepy feeling that something bad might happen, but otherwise, it was enjoyable. The slight chill reminded her of autumn approaching - and that she needed to dust out her wardrobe as soon as she could. She had plenty of cutesy outfits for fall, but Celeste had been intentionally pushing it off. She wasn't really looking forward to digging through her luggage, washing them again, ironing them, and all the other chores that came along with wrinkly, semi-folded clothes.
Celeste ended up watching her feet, making sure she wasn't stepping on any cracks. Maybe she felt like she was 7 again by doing that, but the walk seemed like it was taking forever to get to the bus stop. Once she looked up again, she saw a woman in the distance - robed clothes, except for her head. She saw a smile on her lips and Celeste gave a smile back. She squinted to see her better in the night - her skin had a yellow tinge to it, did she have liver issues? Once she got a little closer, she saw that she looked kinda like a mummy. Huh. Celeste wondered if she was a mutant. Well, she probably was. They were pretty close to the Mansion and she had learned at the mall with the kid that sometimes people don't always look as they seem.
So with that, she gave a tiny wave as they both approached the bus stop. Celeste was an outgoing person, anyways, until she heard some footsteps coming from an alley way. Sounded like they were running, which made Celeste fairly nervous. She turned and stared towards the alley where she heard the feet suddenly running. With an arched brow, she muttered, "I'm pretty sure that was a dead end alley..." Celeste was more on the mindset of someone may be needing help - unable to scream but were making a run for it than anything. She hated her optimism sometimes - well, was that really optimism?
But then about 3 guys were running towards them from where the woman was walking from. Celeste's optimism of a damsel in distress quickly faded as she slowly began to realize what probably was going to happen.
>> ”Yup, that’s my Tío! I try to visit the Mansion at least one a week for dinner and to check in. Mi madre is still in Long Beach, so I promised I would be good and report in.”
She grinned big. Wow, what a crazy world they lived in. Despite her originally living in California, Celeste in Canada, they both ended up in New York City, working at the Wallflower Diner. Celeste went to school at the school that her uncle was a teacher at. Just wow. It was crazy how destiny worked. She had only heard of good things through the grapevines of the school about him, but she had never met him. Of course, she hadn't really met anyone else at the Mansion either, besides Gawain & Juliette. They seemed like awesome people but she hadn't really gotten to know them - she couldn't really say they were friends yet.
>> ”Well… I think you have me to thank for that, Considering I’ve kinda been shutting off your powers all day.”
Celeste arched a brow and looked over to Marisol. What did she mean, shutting her powers off all day? She watched as Marisol's face happy, enthusiastic face slowly became a very nervous face. It still hadn't registered in Celeste's mind what she had meant, which led to a confused face on Celeste's part.
>> ”I’m not sure how much, if anything, you know about us, but I’m an Adapted. I have a mutation-negating bubble at all times. And I really hope that doesn’t bother you.”
Ohhh! Celeste had a light bulb moment, which her facial expression gave that away pretty easily. She was adapted! That was pretty cool, honestly. She remembered when she had learned that Booker was an adapted - she made sure she wouldn't ask that question of 'how did you find out' to Marisol. That was a pretty touchy question to him and she wasn't going to make that mistake again. But in either case, she needed to reassure Marisol that she didn't care.
She gave a warm smile to Marisol and, this time, put her arm around her shoulders and gave her the half hug. She chuckled quietly, "That's pretty awesome, actually. I have one friend, he works at the library, who is adapted. So I kinda know about adapteds. I think it's a pretty cool ability, honestly. It's powerful - just be within so many feet and pow. Powers off. It's nifty, and a good safety feature built in." Her voice was quiet, though, mainly to make sure the customers or the kitchen people didn't hear. She didn't want them to start any weird rumors about adapted or mutants or whatever. Other than that, Celeste didn't have a problem. Celeste may have cared more about adapted if she had a physical mutation that would go away - which sounded painful. But she didn't - she just lost her radiation, lost her nausea, and she lived to live another day.
"It doesn't bother me, don't worry, Marisol. Although, it's a good thing you were there with that perv otherwise I may have blasted him if he had said something else. Of course, I didn't have too, but it's nice to know I wouldn't have even been able too, now." She gave her a smile and squeezed her shoulder.
